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(Ice Cube)
1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a *** up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
(WC)
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
***, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again
Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
State yo name
(Ice Cube)
Ice Cube motherf**ker
(WC)
What's your name
(Mack 10)
Mack 10 motherf**ker
(WC)
Well *** on, swang on
Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on
Get my green on, with my white sling on
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Three wheels, make the heat squeal
This Westcoast *** is the *** that we built
Who wanna bust with or f**k with him, and confess
Y'all can't f**k with it, I'm out the roof with it, *** loose with it
Dub C, from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
(Chorus)
Walk, walk
*** let me see you walk
Walk, walk
*** let me see you walk - 2x
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Calling all cars, *** look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start
(Ice Cube)
Ice Cube motherf**ker, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you *** *** *** are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do ***
I got the flip ***, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
*** wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you ***
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherf**kers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
*** gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my *** out saying f**k ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla
(Chorus)
(Mack 10)
It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
For *** that walk off that funkadelic ***
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the *** addicts
Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap *** that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
I hit the do' *** speak, I hit em up with a dub
And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Fin to bust a *** to give head, that's eating the jaw
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?
And ain't no *** in the game that can beat this group
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Calling all cars, *** look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start - 2x
(Chorus - 2x)
(*ad-libs*)